Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 September 1937 — Page 14

CAST OF CHARACTERS PRISCILLA | PIERCE—heroine, woman attorney. AMY KERR—Cilly’s ' murderer’s victim. JIM KERRIGAN—Cilly’s fiance. HARRY HUTCHINS—Amy’s visitor. bo 3 SERGEANT | DOLAN—officer assigned te solve the murder of Amy Kerr.

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Yesterday: | The clipping which Cilly had taken from Amy's hand proves to _be news notes from a small town Utah paper. Curiously Cilly is examining it when she hears the dumbwaiter passing her apartment. Who would operate it at this early morning hour, she wonders?

CHAPTER FOUR ILLY awakened with a start next morning to an insistent ringing. She sat up in bed sleepily. It had been a fitful night. The little clock on the dressing table pointed to | 8:30. Hurriedly, she jumped out of bed. : Eight-thirty! She'd overslept a whole hour They'd both'be very late for work. She turned around to awaken Amy. Then, in a flash, the whole ghastly nightmare came back to her, It wasn’t a dream, then. Amy was gone. Again the bell rang. Thoroughly awake now, Cilly recognized it. The doorbell. She slipped on her Kkimono—the same Japanese kimono she had worn last night to interview Sergt. Dolan and the doctor— and went to the door. It was Sergt. Dolan now, perhaps. But it was not Sergt. Dolan at the door. It was a woman, & nervous, indefinite little woman whom Cilly did not recognize. “Good morning,” the little woman said in a frightened, shy manner. “I'm sorry to get you up like this— but I had to see you right away. I'm Mrs. Corbett, from across the way.”

ILLY opened the door wider. “3 “Will you come in, Mrs. Corbett?” she invited. “Thank you. Youre Miss Kerr?” Cilly paled. . « “No. I'm sorry, but Miss Kerr is not here... .” Mrs. Corbett put her hand up to her mouth apologetically, as if admonishing herself not to make another blunder. “Oh, I'm very sorry. She must be the other one. . I didn’t know. I just looked at the names here above the bell. Her’s was the top one. Youre Miss Pierce, then?” Cilly nodded, leading the way into the living room. She noticed that the bridge table was still set up as it had been the night before, the ashes had not been removed. She must tidy the house immediately. Amy's Aunt Harriet would be here. Bhe drew a chair for Mrs. Corbett. 2 8 » «“yT'S about her—about the other young lady—I wanted to talk to you,” Mrs. Corbett said, seating herself on the edge of the chair. “It’s about what happened last night.” ? “Yes?” . “I tell you, Miss Pierce, I'm so upset I don’t know what to do. And my mother’s in an awful state. You see, I live over there, in the St. Ann apartment, on the fifth floor. My mother lives with me, and this week Mr. Corbett is out of town. We: were both -alone last night. We went to bed early— about 10:30, I guess. Mother wasn't feeling so well.” Cilly listened attentively. “She has asthma,” Mrs. Corbett: continued. “Terrible attacks of it. Well, last nigit I guess I must have fallen asleep right away, but mother felt badly. She couldn’t get her breath—you know how it _ is with asthma. ' So she got up and sat at the window to get more air . . « she was sitting there when it happened.” = 8 8 9 OU mean—she saw her fall?” Mrs. Corbett shook her head. | She leaned forward and lowered her voice dramatically. “She didn’t fall, Miss Pierce,” she whispered. “She was thrown off that roof. A man picked her up bodily and threw her off.” “Oh, my God!” “I know it’s terrible. I've asked my mother a dozen times this morning if she’s sure. But she insists on it. There was a ship down the bay swinging its searchlight back and forth. And mother says "just as that light passed the roof, .she saw it plainly... Then I woke .up—the noise of the fall, I guess. And everybody shouting out of their windows. But mother had fainted. ‘I thought she was having another attack, and I was ton busy with her to pay much attention to what was going on ovér here.” “Murdered! Amy murdered!” Cilly gasped. -. But, of course, that was it. Amy would never have taken her own -life. She had everything for which -to live. = ‘8 2 ” - MY murdered!” Cilly repeated the words dully. Again she ' had that feeling of unreality, of “utter disbelief. It was all a terrible mistake. Nobody could h a v e * murdered Amy—gentle, Kkind“hearted Amy.* It was all so im- “ possible. . ~~ Mrs. Corbett fidgeted nervously on the edge of her chair. “I'm €ure I don’t know what to do about it,” she said. “Seems as if I had to tell you, Miss Pierce. - It’s such a terrible crime . , . and right here on St. Ann's Ave. We've lived here for seven years, and it’s always been the nicess, quietest neighborhood. But now ...I don’t want to stay here another night. I tell you—" -° “Have you told the police?” Cilly - interrupted. . = Mrs. Corbett’s pale eyes widened in horror. “Oh, no! I couldn’t do that! Why, I've never had any dealings with the police—and I'm sure Mr. Corbett wouldn’t want me to get mixed up in a—a murder.” “you'll have to tell the police + just what your mother saw,” Cilly “said emphatically. “They believe “it to be suicide... . . “But I really don’t want to go - to. the poHce—not“until I get in “touch with my husband, anyway.” '" «I'm afraid you'll have to, Mrs. Corbett,” Cilly insisted. “Because, you see, I will have to tell them “of your visit this morning, and - naturally they will want to question you. It would be much better, I think, if you went to them your“self.” | : = 2 2

HATE to be mixed up with the

police,” Mrs. Corbett whined. |

“You need only tell the polices what .you have teld me. You, can phone from here, if you wish. Ask for Sergt. ‘Dolan. He is handling the case.” “Sergeant Dolan. I guess I'll wait until I get home, Miss Pierce. Perhaps I can just ask him to stop in and see me. I'd much rather tell him about it at home. . . . I've never been to a police station.” “Of course.” Cilly saw Mrs. Corbett to the door; unconsciously she bolted it after her. Amy murdered! It was incredible. ~ “I'll have to tell people,” Cilly thought mechanically. “I'll have to tell Jim—and Harry Hutchins— and Mr. Ames.”

” ” ” T WAS 10 minutes past 9, according to the banjo clock on the wall. Mrs. Ames was probably looking for Amy this very minute. First, however, Cilly dialed the number of

Jim’s hotel. Perhaps she could catch him before he left for the office. “Mr. Kerrigan, please.” She waited while the operator rang Jim's room. “Sorry, Mr. Kerrigan does not answer. Any message?” “Never mind, thank you.” Jim had left for the office, then. Perhaps she’d better wait a few minutes before calling him there. He seldom got in before 9:30. She wanted, she suddenly realized, more than anything else to hear Jim’s reassuring voice, to have him tell her that the world had not gone suddenly mad, that Amy was alive and well, and it had all been a weird, unbelievable nightmare. Fortunately for her, perhaps, she could not foresee the infinitely more terrifying surprises which she would face before she heard Jim's voice again. .

* (To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

MEMORY MAN—By Rose F. Rossa

“The handwriting was identical.”

“¢ MARRY your bag, Mistah Ellis? Yas, suh!” Jim Ritter, colored porter at the Hotel Maynard, picked up the bags that were standing by the desk.

“You remember my name?” the gentleman addressed as Mr. Ellis turned in amazement. : “Yas, indeedy,” Jim flashed him a wide grin. “Mah specialty, boss. Les see, you sell—”" pushing his visored red cap to the back of his woolly head, Jim scratched for inspiration. “You sell screws and bolts!” triumphantly. “Marvelous!. . Why, it’s all of six months since I've been up this way,” handing Jim a half dollar in appreciation. “I systemizes, thas all, Mistah Ellis. I .’sociates what you is with what name you has, an’ it’s eas disrememberin’.” :

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ISREMEMBERIN’” had rated Jim a down payment on a second-hand car, the Dubious, paid for the wedding license which united him to the object of his affections, kept his wife happy with the gaudy little trinkets that so delighted her until that luckless day when he had spent. all their savings for those nogood bonds, and his wife had left him, shouting that she wouldn't live for another minute with anybody as dumb as he was. Letting a slick old geezer named Butler rope him in for almost $1000--and getting a bum quarter for a tip to boot! Downstairs again, after having duly attended Mr. Ellis, Jim saw a portly, white-haired old gentleman standing by the desk, waiting for him to carry up his bags.

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“CHOW Mr. Frank Mackie to his room, Jim.” “Mistah—Mackie?” Jim’s mouth fell open, again. 3 - Picking up the bags, bending under their weight, Jim trudged toward the elevator. Possibly he was mistaken. But he couldn’t be, stealing a side glance at the wavy white hair, the beaming, elderly face, Butler's face, that deceptively inspired people’s confidence. Mackie was Butler. There was absolutely no doubt of it. If only he had some proof to show the police. The hotel register! : “Go right ahead, Jim,” the clerk gave him permission to look through the registry book. “But I think you're mistaken.” “No, suh! I nevah forgit faces. Soon’s I see this gent I says to myself “There’s that Butler guy!’ An’ quick’s a wink ‘bonds’ 'n ‘swindler’ pops into mah haid. No, suh, that’s Mistah Alias, sho nuf, callin’ hisself by other names. But he can’t cheat no cullud puhson out’n his savins’, 'n makin’ him lose his wife 'n all 'n git away with it. No, suh. Look!” The handwriting was identical. The i's dotted with little circles, the t's crossed on a slant. Jim reached for the phone.

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ACING impatiently up and down the lobby, with furrowed brow, Jim worried away the minutes until the arrival of the law. “What's the excitement? Somebody get murdered?” demanded the officer in charge, two others trail ing him to the desk. 9 “Dis Mistah Mackie, he ain’t Mistah Mackie a’tall!” began Jim without preliminary explanations of any kind. “He done swindled me out’n most a thousand dollahs. He done selled me a phoney bond an’ my wife done left me!” The officer ignored the more personal aspects of the case. “You're positive he’s the same man?” he asked. : “Course I is!” retorted Jim, highly indignant at the implied insult to his powers of memory. “I alius disremembers faces You kin ast anybody. You kin ast—" “All right, all right. Let’s have a look at the guy. No harm in looking. C'mon.” ® 8 8 IM directed the officers excitedly, "pointed out the room to them, One of the officers knocked and the door was opened a cautious halfinch. - “Whaddya want?” “You Mackie?”

closed

“It might have been some gangster.”

Mackie, or Butler, spying the blue

uniforms, with a quick movement tried to slam the door shut, but a foot, forcing itself into the opening, frustrated his plan. Mackie found himself looking into the muzzle of a gun, Frantically his eyes darted to several open suitcases, their contents spilled on the carpet. “Say!” An officer stooped over, picked up, inspected a bundle of $5 bills. “Counterfeit!” “Well, the $1000 reward is yours, Jim.” An officer patted Jim on the back some time later. “But I didn’t know he was no counterfeiter!” “Yes, sir, one of the cleverest. We've been after him for a long time. Bonds were just a side-line with him.” Ha That $1000 would just about cover his loss in the phony bond, countin’ interest, thought Jim happily. Yas, suh. An’ he'd bet that ole Mistah Alias was plannin’ on palmin’ off

another one of them bum quarters

on him for a tip. The crook! THE END

The characters in this story are fictitious. (Copyright, 1937, United Feature Syndicate)

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